The Gilded Silence of a Tuesday Afternoon
They call this look 'effortless.' I know better. The gold
The Neon Afterglow of an Expensive Mistake
I used to believe in 'destiny'—that nauseatingly packaged brand
Between Two Heartbeats, a Universe Breathes
The city outside my window is nothing but a smudge of neon
The Electric Hum of Quiet Things
I used to think that love in this city was like a
The Calibration of a Heartbeat
My optics are calibrated to detect thermal anomalies within 0.1 degrees,
The Golden Hour of Saffron Tea
I returned to the city when my heart felt like a piece
A Breath Between Heartbeats
I stand at the threshold of a single second, my fingers humming
The Liquid Pulse of a Concrete Heartbeat
I woke up today to find my bedroom walls softening into warm
The Gravity of a Golden Hour Glance
I am drifting through the concrete nebula of New York, a lone
The Velvet Hour of Unlearning
I spent ten years building a fortress out of spreadsheets and power
The Voltage of Solitude
I have spent three years in the city practicing the art of
The Amber Weight of Being Known
I have spent three years in this city learning how to be
